Make Me Stop!

[NOIRTRASH]

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My new LW story, HAZARDOUS WASTE, is 16,000 words and tumorizing. Make it stop! Its too big.

The principal male character I call, Marlin Kane, or KILLER KANE. A prison lifer the state paroles after he gets cancer. He's 6'-6" at 300 pounds, and uses a sheet metal awl (see above) to murder his victims. The principal female character I call WILMA DEERING, a married, social worker, hooker. Her husband is a gay studies perfesser.

Marlin, of course, is racist, homophobic, and misogynistic.

Killer Kane and Wilma were crew members of the old Buck Rogers series of 80 years ago.

Regular ice picks work well stuck thru ear canals, but a sheet metal awl is sturdy enough to penetrate the temple.

 

[Desiremakesmeweak]

There was this MI6 operator (this is a true story, btw) and he overstepped his limits in a country (somewhere, I won't say where), and anyway, what with one thing and another, including some forelock tugging public servants who still had a mistaken sense of loyalty to the UK government, even while they were actually in a completely different and now completely INDEPENDENT country... what with all of this, we had to drag this guy into an ordinary magistrate's court so that his cover would be blown. Which we succeeded in doing, and as a result he left town and went to New Zealand where he, er, 'died in the earthquake...'

Anyway, HIS story before the court appearance was that he was able to have access to certain highly confidential files because his local 'employer' had told him he was suffering terminal cancer and could he 'help him' sort out his private files (lol - that was the story to the detectives, anyway.)

But in (closed) court there were a few titters when he was asked about the employer's decision to change his mind about giving him access and seek the help of police to restore the security of his files - to which his reply was this:

"He made a miraculous recovery. And we're all glad for him and we all wish him well, but he failed to tell 'us' of his recovery and probably thought better of his 'arrangement' with me and now reneges publically on ever having made it in the first place because with the benefit of hindsight now it would appear to place him in a poor light with all of his confidants. And he never apprised many people of his earlier condition because he is quite brave and wished to go to his grave without placing anyone under stress over his health condition."

OMG. It was so beautiful. He never missed a beat delivering the lines. What a slimy, two-faced, two-sided piece of conniving and contrived oratory.

And it was very fucking cynical too.

Every now and then, you do get people who make these sudden 'miraculous recoveries' from cancer. For one reason or another.

It's no real secret I don't think, that the one time State Premier of Western Australia, Geoff Gallop, had to resign as a result of some 'incident' to do with his neighbour, the UK head of electronic communications and surveillance, Sir Alex Allan, whose eyeballs bled blood until he nearly died due to suspected sophisticated poisoning - and being found half dead on the kitchen floor of Gallop's house. Allan, for reasons known only to Gallop and a handful of others, got paid fifty million dollars in State taxpayer funds, for a 'consultancy report' on the tourist island of Rottnest, at the same time as the 'Five Eyes' spying program was being run to intercept various national governments' leaders private phones calls.

There were a half a dozen by-lines in small column inches in the main local newspaper covering the matter.

The present Prime Minister of Australia, Malcolm Turnbull, was originally famous for defending the SpyCatcher book affair in the Australian Supreme Court, and was often thought to be 'not overly liked by Her Majesty's UK Government...' Of course, such a thing could not be further from the truth...

A fat man with an ice-pick and a bout of terminal cancer, eh.

You should throw in a limp or a weak knee - most of these people are thrown out of the SAS or similar because of a physical condition that inhibits them from work at that level.

It's very hard to disguise, this kind of physical weakness. Not that I expect you to be encountering a regular line of 'operators' down at your local diner or English pub or private club who want to get inside your circle for whatever reason - but in case you ever do, watch out for their knees, or ankles. And their fat layers, after they stop training with the working soldiers and start eating with the rich people. It's a giveaway.

Keep the ice picks away from them if you are doing martinis.

I saw this transcript once suggesting I had psychic powers!! I thought it was funny.

You may or may not recall me having suggested hereabouts that the casino billionare, James Packer was doomed. He quit the board of his Casino company a month or so ago, after a few weeks with that Florida singer, what'shername, Mariah something.

Malcolm Turnbull, of course, as I understand it, has also just left for New Zealand.

Wonder what it is about New Zealand for all these people...

Frankly I pity the Australian Federal Police and the Security Intelligence Services here. Sergeant Schultz is in charge, it would appear. And of course, they fear nothing, because they know everything, and they are all so smart.

No noir story in it, though. Too many gays.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

There was this MI6 operator (this is a true story, btw) and he overstepped his limits in a country (somewhere, I won't say where), and anyway, what with one thing and another, including some forelock tugging public servants who still had a mistaken sense of loyalty to the UK government, even while they were actually in a completely different and now completely INDEPENDENT country... what with all of this, we had to drag this guy into an ordinary magistrate's court so that his cover would be blown. Which we succeeded in doing, and as a result he left town and went to New Zealand where he, er, 'died in the earthquake...'

Anyway, HIS story before the court appearance was that he was able to have access to certain highly confidential files because his local 'employer' had told him he was suffering terminal cancer and could he 'help him' sort out his private files (lol - that was the story to the detectives, anyway.

But in (closed) court there were a few titters when he was asked about the employer's decisions to change his mind and seek the help of police to restore the security of his files - to which his reply was this:

"He made a miraculous recovery. And we're all glad for him and we all wish him well, but he failed to tell 'us' of his recovery and probably thought better of his 'arrangement' with me and now reneges publically on ever having made it in the first place because with the benefit of hindsight now it would appear to place him in a poor light with all of his confidants. And he never apprised many people of his earlier condition because he is quite brave and wished to go to his grave without placing anyone under stress over his health condition."

OMG. It was so beautiful. He never missed a beat delivering the lines. What a slimy, two-faced, two-sided piece of conniving and contrived oratory.

And it was very fucking cynical too.

Every now and then, you do get people who make these sudden 'miraculous recoveries' from cancer. For one reason or another.

I suspect I was involved in a military operation without my knowledge. What happened was the military arrested a large number of people for drug activity and jailed them. I knew many of them from work and casual contact in the barracks, etc. None were friends. just friendly acquaintances. But within a day or two of the arrests the military gave me orders to leave town for a foreign assignment. Much later I learned that I was the 'undercover informant' for the military. It was news to me.

 

[Desiremakesmeweak]

Sounds like the MO to me.

...going by what the spy novels say.

I think though, yeah, noir - spy stuff is too weirdo nowadays, and not heroic in any way at all any more. It's frankly not even interesting or clever nowadays. With noir, you can afford to have characters, as in REAL characters, without having to be all precious about what 'side' you're on, or what is political right and wrong.

 

[lovecraft68]

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My new LW story, HAZARDOUS WASTE, is 16,000 words and tumorizing. Make it stop! Its too big.

The principal male character I call, Marlin Kane, or KILLER KANE. A prison lifer the state paroles after he gets cancer. He's 6'-6" at 300 pounds, and uses a sheet metal awl (see above) to murder his victims. The principal female character I call WILMA DEERING, a married, social worker, hooker. Her husband is a gay studies perfesser.

Marlin, of course, is racist, homophobic, and misogynistic.

Killer Kane and Wilma were crew members of the old Buck Rogers series of 80 years ago.

Regular ice picks work well stuck thru ear canals, but a sheet metal awl is sturdy enough to penetrate the temple.

You need to toss in a robot named Twiggy.

And kudos on writing a character like Marlin who is nothing like you

 

[NOIRTRASH]

You need to toss in a robot named Twiggy.

And kudos on writing a character like Marlin who is nothing like you

The tale opens with Marlin shooting a child with rock salt. We did that in Vietnam. Kids pulled every crazy stunt imaginable, we didn't wanna kill them, and a Marlin type guy suggested we load shotgun shells with salt. The cops oughta use it in riots. It wont kill anyone but will make grown men cry.

 

[lovecraft68]

The tale opens with Marlin shooting a child with rock salt. We did that in Vietnam. Kids pulled every crazy stunt imaginable, we didn't wanna kill them, and a Marlin type guy suggested we load shotgun shells with salt. The cops oughta use it in riots. It wont kill anyone but will make grown men cry.

Ever see the series Supernatural? Apparently ghosts have issues with salt so the brothers in the show use shotgun shells loaded with rock salt. Wonder if that's where the director got the idea.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

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Ever see the series Supernatural? Apparently ghosts have issues with salt so the brothers in the show use shotgun shells loaded with rock salt. Wonder if that's where the director got the idea.

Maybe

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Rock salt won't kill, but it will put out an eye. And even a full choke shotgun the pattern of the rock salt is all over the place.

For added effect add some peppercorns in there too. Ouch.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Rock salt won't kill, but it will put out an eye. And even a full choke shotgun the pattern of the rock salt is all over the place.

For added effect add some peppercorns in there too. Ouch.

So don't fill the shell to the rim or use large salt pellets. I'd go with a load that will penetrate fabric at 10 yards and feel like a bee sting a hundred distinct places across the ass.

 

[Desiremakesmeweak]

Speaking of gay studies perfessers, I always have a laugh when 'academics' mention Kinsey - what a right lunatic he was.

Not to worry though, on him and his brilliant credentials go all these 'academic studies' that tell us all 'the truth' about gays.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

A CD arrived in the mail today. Its a sublime performance of all Edward Elgars string scores. Made back in 1983 its truly superlative, William Boughton and the English String Orchestra did it. I've never heard better.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0r_9WVNY2A

eNJOY

BTW In 1905 Elgar got an honorary doctorate from Yale, and a pianist in attendance played Elgars Pomp and Circumstance March #1, creating the tradition for all subsequent graduations since then.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Heres another jewel.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYondZiqS6Q

I think inspirational music changes prose for the better, like soundtracks improve films.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Ever see the series Supernatural? Apparently ghosts have issues with salt so the brothers in the show use shotgun shells loaded with rock salt. Wonder if that's where the director got the idea.

From my own horror efforts I know there are many possibilities that fall outside the canons.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Still working on my super LW story. It needs interesting resolutions for its complications, so I dug out an old book I own that's a compilation of anecdotes harvested from 1000s of murder investigations. But the complications are red herrings because the end is simple.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

Added a 3500 word fight scene. This thing may go to 30K words. I need to add a sex scene following the fight, a gal was the prize. Red opened his arms and I hit his gut in a New York minute; it was like punching a tractor tire. He grinned and hit me with a left hook.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

I'm satisfied with the fight scene. It does what I want. Two prison cons have a boxing match. Both are Goliaths, one is young, one is old. It goes the distance but the older guy runs outta gas and cant finish the kid off. His punches are empty. The kid is spent, too, but has enough juice to tag the old man one more time, and does it. The kid wins. Much of it exposes how boxers fuck with each other in the ring.

I imagined the end would be a huge problem but its simple. In this case it took a simple paradigm shift to expose the simple ending, and it fell into place.

 

[49greg]

Completely, totally off topic in this thread.

JBJ, I've been looking at the revolver avatar thing you have in your new ID.

I don't have the best eyes, but that revolver looks odd to me. Looks like it has an eight shot cylinder. Not unknown, heck my dad had a nine shot .22 revolver. But the cylinder looks oval (ish), and it appears that the top chamber won't be in line with the barrel. Pulling the trigger might be very surprising to the person holding it. And dangerous.

Just saying.

And I do have crap eyes and it's way late. Plus I've had a few too many beers. Not that my avatar is all that great, and I would love to have picked out something as striking as yours.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

JBJ, I've been looking at the revolver avatar thing you have in your new ID.

I don't have the best eyes, but that revolver looks odd to me. Looks like it has an eight shot cylinder. Not unknown, heck my dad had a nine shot .22 revolver. But the cylinder looks oval (ish), and it appears that the top chamber won't be in line with the barrel. Pulling the trigger might be very surprising to the person holding it. And dangerous.

Just saying.

And I do have crap eyes and it's way late. Plus I've had a few too many beers. Not that my avatar is all that great, and I would love to have picked out something as striking as yours.

The av does the work till better comes along.

 

[NOIRTRASH]

The first installment of HAZARDOUS WASTE is awaiting approval. Its 4500 words. The 2nd installment is done, its 6000 words. I feel like a TRANSLOVECRAFT68.

There are 5 installments. #3 is about 6000 words, too. Maybe 7500.

Its all a Loving Wives masterpiece.